•I was in squid game or something. In the.... squid game..... place, I met again with an old woman who used to take care of me when I was a child (in the dreams cinematic universe, this woman doesn't exist irl), and whom I hadn't seen since. She was like an aunt or something, or maybe not even family, but she had babysat me a few times. As a child I didn't care much for her, but over the years with her absence I had come to value her more and more. When we saw each other, I ran up to her and we hugged. After greeting each other, she asked me something along the lines of: do you remember me?/how do you remember me? I answered something really poetic that I can't really put into words now. There was the word "teat" for sure in that sentence. Something along the lines of her being the teat (that is, the spring) of everything ordinary, domestic, boring, wonderfully calm and cozy. Although the original sentence was shorter than this. What I meant to say was that, to me, she was the most boring and average person in the world, but I loved her precisely because of that: because she reminded me of safe, warm, protected domesticity: of being a child. (This dream shook me up a bit.) Then I watched her become a little evil during a game and like, sacrifice her husband, but I don't remember and I don't care about that part.
•The Earth - planet Earth - was a very young girl giantess. She was actually, physically that, and simultaneously she was a planet on which people lived. There were other giants up in space, too (maybe they were other planets and stars), and they were older: adults or old people. At some point, the other giants started brutally and painfully killing her in some very gruesome way that I don't remember. The carnage went on for so long, and in the end, the Earth's body looked like minced meat. It panned to the humans living on Earth, among skyscrapers, standing on the minced meat surface of the planet/girl, looking lost and mournful. Nothing was growing anymore, because everything had been brutalized (except the humans and the skyscrapers, somehow?...) Then, the giants from up in the sky took out some wildflower seeds (that they already had), and started throwing and sprinkling them down onto Earth. This was done to repopulate the planet with plant life; implying that the murder of the Earth had some sort of reason - maybe it was inevitable, a cosmic process that simply had to happen, death followed by rebirth. It panned to the humans again, this time staring up at the sky where millions of wildflower seeds were raining down on them. In some places, the soil sprung up in geysers from under the dead, bloody meat of planet Earth, wanting to meet the wildflower seeds, wanting to restart life as soon as possible.
This was very weird but very interesting.
•Melonpan was in my room doing his makeup. I was getting tired and I asked him when he was going to be done, because I wanted to get into my room, but he was never done.
Um..... I don't remember shit about the dreams I've had, because I didn't write them down, like a dumbass. I only remember that J. K. Rowling had an established rap career, and she made a diss against a famous mtf person, someone trashy like a dream version of Andrea Long Chu or something, who was depicted in the music video as a caricature of a nerd girl for some reason. The diss was actually really good and it was well-received. I also dreamt about Sae-ism and a sci-fi-looking city like, yesterday, but I don't remember the details.
And today of course I had to dream about porn, AGAIN!!! Really helpful with not relapsing!!!! I dreamt an episode of The L Word. Dana went up to... someone, maybe Shane or Alice? idk. Anyways Dana came up to her and she was pretty excited. She asked Shane/Alice if she had heard of, like, the new thing idk. Shane/Alice said no what are you talking about. Dana handed her an awful-looking DVD case, and she explained that it was a new... porn tv show..... competition.....?.... yes, it was a sort of competition where big bulky lesbian wrestlers fight and fuck the shit out of eachother in a ring, and basically they need to make the other wrestler have as many forced orgasms as possible, and whoever collapsed to the ground from exhaustion first was the loser. Then a clip was shown where, basically a copy of Rhea Ripley (when she was like goth idk I don't watch wrestling) manhandled the other lesbian and violently scissored her until she was SHRIEKING. Very classy. Shane/Alice was very unimpressed, and shooed Dana away.
I actually had a ton of dreams since my last entry, but I can't be bothered to translate and write them all here. Here are the most recent ones, very horror-themed!
•I was getting to know a friend of C's. This friend doesn't exist irl, and in the dream she looked like my science teacher from middle school, but anyways. I had met her briefly with C, she seemed like a nice girl, and I was interested in becoming friends. So we started texting and hanging out, she was perfectly normal, very funny and nice. At some point, we had already gone out a couple times and we were texting, planning for the next hangout. We agreed on wanting to visit some abandoned places, and we shared the ones that are near us. She said that near her home, there were two abandoned houses; one was white and one was black. We tried to decide in which one to go first: I asked her which one was better, and she sent me a voice message in which she said that there wasn't much of a difference, but the white house was a bit better. She had a certain amount of glee in her voice that maybe was, in hindsight, weird. Anyways, the conversation ended there, and we hung out another time, in the city. It was dark, and I remember walking past food trucks with her. We also checked out a weird shop and I bought some fucking weird, small grain grinder thing. For dinner time, we had some fucking weird arrangement that I don't remember at all, it was very complicated and I don't think either of us understood it/had made up our minds about it. Whatever it was, when we went out of this shop it was dinner time, my mother's car was in front of us, and I hopped in, barely telling the girl anything. I was supposed to have dinner at home, I think??? Idk, anyways once I was in the car I even put my phone in airplane mode (I always do that irl when I'm not using it).
Some time passed, and I was having doubts about whether I did the right thing, and I was worried that the girl was angry with me. I turned airplane mode off, and I received 30 messages from the girl. They were all pictures of the white abandoned house, mostly from the inside. The first one was accompanied by an extremely large paragraph (it occupied my entire phone screen) frantically begging me to come to the white house. It had no punctuation, and it was mostly comprised of very cryptic, incomprehensible praises to the white house, begging me to "please come please come come to the white house" because of its incredible beauty. It was very much in the style of this. I had to zoom into the pictures to make sure they were not AI. They were definitely unrealistic; the house, despite being abandoned, was white as snow and it had a very bright glow to it, it looked almost like a weirdcore/dreamcore/whatever the fuck picture. Inside it was all clean, and there were some random, stock-photo-looking family photos. There was also a picture of the landscape that was visible from the house, and that was definitely the weirdest, because there was an unnatural ass rainbow and a weird globe in the distance, all glowing: it looked like a frutiger aero picture. Of course, this all weirded me the fuck out. I sent a couple messages, asking where she was (in hindsight this was very stupid of me LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) and if she was mad at me. After about twenty minutes she still hadn't read the messages, so I videocalled her (and I also started floating above my phone as if a powerful air current was emanating from it, but whatever). She answered immediately; she was laying on a bed. I asked hey where are you? are you okay? you haven't read my messages, are you mad at me? She didn't care at all about me having left her at dinner time, she just mumbled that I had to come there, to the white house. I - rightfully - hesitated a bit and she got a little bit snappy at that, insisting that I had to come there. Throughout the call she was moaning under her breath, biting her lip and squirming, as if just BEING in the white house put you in a state of constant mind-melting pleasure. We ended the call and of COURSE, like a smart person, I thought "whatever. Let's go to the white house"!!!!!!! My mother's car was near me and I asked her to drive me there. The dream ended at this point.
If I wanted to interpret this dream... I wonder what the white house represents?
•There was this. Like. Horror trope??? Horror meme or something whatever the fuck like MOMO or DANCING SERBIAN LADY but more serious, not quite a meme, more like a writing prompt of sorts. There was this thing going around, and people were writing horror stories on it. It was a weird dog-looking thing called The Creature. Very standard low-level internet horror stuff - but the stories about it were very creative. I was going around r/nosleep, having fun reading all the different takes on this creature, what it would do to you, etc etc.
I found one story in particular that I ended up loving, because it had a prominent body horror element. In this take, The Creature was not a single creature, but a species. There were differences between individuals, but generally it was a fleshy, raw, skinless small four-legged creature with three human faces distended on its belly. It often had two or more heads, which could be canine or feline (in which case, they were sphynx cats). Its eye sockets were empty and bloody, and it looked like its faces were perpetually frowning (it sounds like some sonic.exe bullshit but I swear it works better in the dream!!!!!!!). This "story" was really just a sort of manual for how to deal with a Creature, because apparently, once you met or summoned (I don't remember) one, willingly or by accident, it would stick around. The other cool thing about this story was that The Creature acted erratically, just like an animal. It was aggressive in nature, BUT you could win its trust somewhat, BUT it could choose to turn against you whenever it wanted. The story included various ways to interact with The Creature, ways to distract it, ways to run away from it, ways to command it, etc etc. I remember that you could also teach it to attack people? What I remember for sure is that it was said that The Creature was crazy for diamonds, so if you wanted to run away from it, you could put diamonds up to its mouth and it would devour them, giving you more time.
•There was also another dream in which I was walking around with H at night. At some point I turned to him and flawlessly recited this video.
I dreamt that my garden had a forest in it, with trees so unnaturally tall that I could only see their trunks. One of them had been struck to the ground, and it just winded like a snake or a rubber pole, a lllllooooooonnnngggg one. There was this very peculiar, very pretty light in the forest; something magical, something that gave me "morning" vibes, even though it wasn't morning. At the end of the forest there were a couple spots where you could build a base like in Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire, yknow, where you can build your gay ass little hideout inside trees or in caves. My garden was so big that I lost track of some of my plants and pots, and I found some that I had forgotten about. While walking through the forest I sometimes had these visions of clips from like a disney movie, set in this same forest, where two guys (one evil and one good) were fighting.
At some point I saw an advert for a shitty mobile game where I was the protagonist. I was a horned humanoid forest creature who was conceived inside a bush, after my father (a random human guy) ejaculated in it during a stealthy jackoff session in the woods.
Today I dreamt that I was getting checked out at a, like, hospital, or a doctor's office, idk, but it looked like the eye doctor's office that I had been in that day irl. I was in the room with various doctors and my mom. At some point the doctors started walking around nervously and talking to my mom in short sentences. Then they said I had a tumor, either in my uterus or inside my nose, I don't remember which one.
I had another dream where there was Sae-ism volume 9, specifically the whole story about Tazuru and Sae the sixth, which I fucking LOVE and that makes me so fucking emotional. THO I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN THE DREAM SPECIFICALLY... maybe it was like, a remake of sorts, like a colorized and redrawn version of that part of the manga, or some other thing.
In another dream, I was... somewhere with my class. V came to visit me and L, like he usually does. Two of my classmates got hold of him and started kicking him in the knees. (Context: he was actually lowkey bullied a couple years back when he was in our class, but never physically) I got very angry and screamed at them in a super gloomy voice (which in hindsight was kind of ridiculous, but it was a dream anyways). One of them let go of V and looked at me with this really weird, genuinely dumbfounded and pity-inducing gaze that made me feel bad. After that, the rest of the class was on my ass for what I'd done. This particularly stronza girl (never trust a Giulia) started recording my explanation and "apology" and sending the voice messages and videos to the group chat. I was extremely dumb too, because I kept switching between being overtly apologetic and polite and being overtly aggressive, as I usually do.
Yesterday I dreamt that I was flying over my usual beach, flying PROPERLY, FAST, with wings, diving towards the surface of the sea, struggling to rise and seeing the mountain and the far-off towns and hills and the flowers growing on the cliffs and the holes in old walls where pigeons lived. There were sunfishes (fun fact: they're called "moonfish" here in Italy) and sogliole (those flat fucks) in the water. I was so happy to be flying and I did it all the time. It was normal that people could fly, but for some reason only me and some others did it often. One time while I was flying, an also-flying man passed just beside me brushing my shoulder, and in sign of solidarity he handed me (in a fraction of a second) a badly rolled, short cigarette, in sign of solidarity. I've quit smoking but I thought that I had to smoke that one, because of how cool it had been.
I was at the beach for the birthday party of an ex-friend, that in the dream was still a friend (her actual birthday is on the 12th but I'm looking for an excuse not to go). It took place in a "restaurant" inside a cave on the cliff, but it looked like a mix of, well, a cave and a squalid small summer apartment, especially the kitchen (which was in plain sight). There wasn't a door and as soon as you peered in you saw four bathrooms, divided by some strange four criteria. Me, the birthday girl and her friends had to piss before the birthday lunch so we were waiting in line, but the bathrooms were never totally free; basically inside every stall there were toilets in a line, without any walls in between, like the urinals in that meme about how you're gay if you take the urinal next to someone idk how it works, but anyways you basically had to piss/shit while everyone else could see you and you could see everyone else, and we obviously didn't want that, but every bathroom was occupied ALWAYS. I got tired and decided to go piss in the sea. In the dream (not irl), the ex-friend had this friend in her group who was so hilarious, because she had a deadpan, almost dumb expression, and her catchphrase was "Oh... you want to (insert action)... kill yourself...." with a bored/sleepy voice. She was ALWAYS saying that, but it was a joke (probably) and it made me laugh so much. I said "girls, I'm gonna go piss in the sea". She looked at me and said "Oh... you want to piss in the sea... kill yourself...." I laughed hard, turned around and started flying down to the ocean. I loved flying so much, I always wanted to fly. When I immersed myself in the water, by the shore, there was this weirdly-colored frog/toad (purple, green, yellow???) next to me on the rocks, and a voice in my head told me it was medicinal. It also told me the waves that were rocking me were medicinal, it told me their history of use and how they worked. There was an element of danger in the voice, or in something that the voice pointed out, but I don't remember.
I think I could interpret this as me missing the sea, swimming, kayaking, etc...
Today I dreamt various things, but the only thing I remember was the last dream I had, where I met up with my paternal grandmother again on our coast, after a long time. This paternal grandmother is the one that has beef with everyone irl, that has always been a massive asshole, and that I haven't talked to in more than a year; but in the dream we had no matters to clear up, it was normal for us to meet again, and we were happy to be with each other. We spoke as equals, something we haven't done since I was very small. We both dived in the sea. While we were in the water she showed me some paintings of our coast, and I guessed where exactly they were painted. We kept switching locations, one time we were in my childhood beach under the mountain (where the light was so pure and clear, it was morning); and one time we were in the worst beach around, one that's always overrun with people. When we were there, at one point I looked around me and feared that I wouldn't be able to see any fishes, because the water there was usually dirty. As soon as I thought that, a cefalo (but I saw it as way more special than a cefalo - as sacred as an occhiata) circled me, went super close to the shore behind me, and darted away again. I was delighted, and when I turned around a small school of medium-sized, transparent fish were swimming at my side; I felt a splash of water on my cheek from the movement of their tail fins. After that I woke up.
Reuniting with that grandmother is not realistic by any means, but I think that it's a very good sign in the context of this dream.
These are literal fever dreams so they were indescribable and I remember almost nothing. 😭 anyways I'm gonna try
• a long dream that involved some beef in my family, basically like my father and my sister vs me and my mother, but also my father vs my sister somewhat (this whole family beef thing is something that has exacerbated lately irl, with my sister beginning uni). I remember that me and my sister were with our father, who was throwing some shade at my sister unheeded by her (like usual) and I could hardly stand to be there. At some point we were driving in a steep mountain road, the kind with a lot of curves where you can also see all the scenery around you, but the whole thing was like a forest/dark/a dark forest (lol). I watched (more like, tuned my head like a radio into it at will, then it appeared covering my entire visual field) a birdie drama video that was recent, but it felt like a video from the classic era of birdie drama, you know life letters and shit.... okay you don't know let's leave it at that. Birdie was talking about childhood trauma or something, I listened and then I got to making two drawings that I don't remember.
Then we were driving over the coast, and there was this beautiful piece of coast and mountain that I saw in unbelievably bright colors. It had very clear, green crystal water (think Sardinia), a lot of kayaks in the sea, some caves on the rock, and big pieces of fabric that covered the entire cliff down to the water in 90 degree angles. Thelepatically I got the knowledge that these were called "handstands" and a 0.1 seconds-long segment of a generic pop song called Handstands popped in my mind. I also knew that they were made for climbing up the mountain from the sea, in case you had some sort of accident on your boat/kayak. However they were all HARSH 90 degree angles, so I asked my dad how it would be possible to climb them. I don't remember what he answered.
In another segment of this dream, we had won some sort of coupon; there were designated spots throughout the city to use these coupons and get a prize in return. We went to a church. This was a creepy ass church, brightly and weirdly colored, it looked almost like a carnival ride, and in front of it there were gigantic uncanny children's statues, that looked like they belonged on a grandma's nightstand. There were weird disembodied children's voices all around. We went to like a... weird... capsule... I don't even fucking know it was all very nightmarish, we used the coupon and got four bus tickets. These tickets were specifically to a part of the city, that my father remembered as a place where children used to go play. Maybe it had bottega in the name. I was very happy for the free bus tickets, I thought I could use them by getting dropped off to that bottega place, then walking to my destination. My sister, who doesn't exit the house irl, obviously wasn't thrilled. I gave her two tickets just to be fair, but she just threw them away and I scrambled to retrieve them from under a... thing idk.
• maybe connected to the above dream but I don't fucking know anything: I was in, or I was playing, a demo of a pokemon game (for 3ds, I associated it with sun and moon for some reason) or the full game?? Idk but it was set by the sea, and I remember this very beautiful shot of a crystal clear atmosphere with a crystal clear beach, all pastel but like in a cold, good way. At some point, maybe at the end of the game, a shark (realistic, normal ass shark) came to the player (me) from out-of-bounds. He wanted to tell me (us? there was someone else probably) about the things he saw out-of-bounds, all the things he saw in his long existence. I was so excited over this. A cutscene began, with shots of the shark swimming in a very clear, beautiful ocean in vivid colors, with corals and all that shit, while the shark was talking; then the dream ended. Bummer.
• idk if it was still the pokemon dream ↑ but there were Sae-ism pens. Like literally Sae-ism characters as pens, those pens that you have to push down the thingy to get the tip out. I don't know if it was like, merchandise, or if it was SAE-ISM ITSELF, like there was no manga there was no ANYTHING, JUST PENS. With the real characters there were also like these three generic pastel anime girls that don't exist irl. They were all three in one pen (like those multicolor pens that have three thingies that you push down one at a time), I found this very interesting and I was planning to write an analysis on this.
• I was getting pounded by a black woman with a strap and I was really fucking bored because she had been at it for a long time. I dual-screened my vision so that on my left was the pounding, while on the right I opened google chrome and somehow got to this crazy conservative conspiracy theorist guy's website, very plain, beige background with black/dark brown Times New Roman font. In a page he was saying like "guys sex SCIENTIFICALLY can't last more than one hour because
1) they'll get tired
2) (i dont remember the second reason)"
That cheered me up because I thought "well he's gotta be right, this will end soon!"
Dreamt a lot lately but I don't remember it all. Some notable ones:
Today I dreamt that I was waiting for the bus along with H, L, V and maybe some others that I barely knew. Anyways we were chilling at the bus stop on the slope of a non-existent hill above our school; it was a good day and the sky was a very very bright blue, with some clouds. The colors were very vivid in this dream strangely, they usually aren't for me. We were waiting for the actual bus that I take everyday. At some point though we noticed it wasn't coming, and we got more and more agitated as more and more people left the stop. We started pacing around distressed, chatting between us about whether or not the bus was gonna come; and this went on for a long time, until a bus passed us by and H said in a really pissed off voice: it was that one... and it just left us there. I called my mom to ask if she could pick us up, even though it was late at that point because she had to go to work: it was difficult to arrange, there was a lot of bargaining, and at some point everyone but me was gone: I don't know if it happened gradually or all of a sudden. At that point I started panicking and got away from there.
After some travels that I don't remember I got into another local school, near the bus stop; I don't know why I went there, probably just seeking help. I went inside but I knew it was forbidden, because since classes had already started it was too late to enter it, and too late to get out, and I wasn't even a student there: so now I had to get out without being seen. I went through a sort of emergency exit that led into a narrow, claustrophobic dark room with two other brown doors on the other side: they both led to the same place, a narrow claustrophobic room with two doors, that led into a narrow claustrophobic room with two doors... and so on, but the room was gradually getting smaller each time. I was barging through the doors panicking, until in one room the vice-principal of the school materialized (the actual vice-principal of our school). I knew I was fucked, because she's very strict and, again, I wasn't supposed to have gotten in and now I wasn't supposed to get out. I begged: I need to leave. She calmly insisted: no. She could tell I was desperate, so she put a weird sort of ray gun to my head and shot me in the temple; this gun put some sort of parasite in my cranium/made me pregnant in my cranium? (think zeus and metis with athena) I don't know, and I don't know if she did other things to me. Anyways I passed out from that.
When I woke up I was in a field, very green, in front of a castle, that was probably the school. I got up and got around, still panicking, even more so when I saw my reflection somewhere and I realized that I had become a monster with molten dripping bright pink flesh, and eyes at the end of two drooping long antennae, like snails' eyes. One antenna was also way longer than the other, and I had no clothes. I ran around hardly believing it to be true, and seeking confirmation; as I kept seeing my reflection around I became more desperate, and at some point I saw a guy that I know sitting on a bench, not far away. I sprinted up to him and got down on my knees pleadingly. Upon seeing me he immediately shot up from the bench in terror and, like a game-over screen, that frame freezed and some cool-looking text appeared at the top and bottom of my vision spelling: "do you see with those things?", referring to my antennae. I fainted from the shock.
When I woke up I was in some rural place/small town - also a very green place - wondering if I still was the monster, because what had happened previously was real and I knew that for sure, but whenever I looked at my reflection - it was in a lot of places in this town - I saw my normal face, with just a small bloody hole where the ray gun had shot me; and people acted normally around me. I listened to their conversations searching for clues that they were just being kind to me because I looked so bad.
On another day I dreamt that we were going on a school trip with a cruise. Irl, when we do school trips, one half of our school leaves at one time, the other half shortly after. In the dream we all left at the same time, on a cruise; but we really did do the trip at different times, because the school's solution was: make half the kids go around on the trip, while the other half sleeps in the cruise waiting for their turn. It wasn't our turn, and we had to wait 8 months. We had to sleep for 8 months straight, and I mean SLEEP sleep, not waking up once during those 8 months. They weren't planning on drugging us or anything: it was a normal thing to expect from us, and we didn't think much of it too, other than it was unfair because our trip was going to be shorter than the current group's. I wasn't feeling very good about sleeping for so much, but I did anyways without putting much thought into it. They made us sleep in an extremely wide space inside the cruise, where cargo usually goes in ships: there were beds for each of us, very plain, no separate rooms or walls in between. The vibe was kind of like Aether Paradise in Pokemon Sun and Moon. We fell asleep.
We woke up halfway through, after 4 months, it was an expected "break". My phone was there next to me, and I realized "hm, I haven't told my family that I was going to sleep for 4 months. How worried will they be?" (None of our parents knew about the sleeping arrangement) I opened the phone and the only text I had gotten was a "how are you?" from my mother some weeks ago. I didn't think much about it. I got up and met up with my friends before we had to go to sleep again; but H was visibly pissed at me, probably also because I spilled some hand sanitizer on him, but also like default since he woke up, and he only talked to the others. I thought "why is he pissed at me :( well at least he'll probably change his mind after another 4 months of sleep". I don't know if it happened this time or another time where we woke up very briefly, but I was on my period, and I was washing my cloth pad next to some other women and girls who were talking and giggling very melodiously, almost chirping like birds, or sounding like glass. I was wondering whether I should put another cloth pad or a regular one, since I still had a long sleep ahead of me. I don't remember what, but something made me realize for sure that my pad had been changed while I was sleeping. So I also realized the implications of someone having taken my underwear off while I was asleep and unaware, with no one else around; I started wondering if there were janitors going around to check on us while we were asleep, and the dream ended like this.
tw: michael jackson's boobs and cock
In some Native American societies the dreams of menstruating women were valued as oracles, so here's mine: it was a long dream but I can only remember this segment where I was watching a youtube video that compared three singers. These singers were: dream version of Sabrina Carpenter, dream version of Lana del Rey, and Michael Jackson (the regular one). There were many such videos and they were made basically to throw shade at the dream version of Lana del Rey, because she wrote shitty lyrics, while everyone loved the lyrics, voice and delivery of dream Sabrina Carpenter, at least in comparison. I say Sabrina Carpenter because she only looked like her but sounded completely different, kinda like Cupcakke actually; and dream Lana del Rey was overweight and had like, an irl permanent blue filter on her 😭 So the videos was just snippets of songs from these three singers one after another, mostly highlighting bad lyrics from dream Lana del Rey because there was a sort of online hate campaign against her and it was trendy to talk shit about her. I remember this one line from a song of hers where she said that whenever she breaks up, she loses a ton of net worth, so basically saying that she only gets with very rich guys. Dream Sabrina Carpenter had a line about... never wanting to get down from a tree?? okay.
Then there was Michael Jackson. There was a section from a live performance of his - it was an old recording - where he was dressed in drag. His song began with just this line: "hey... check this out" and after singing this he uncovered a pair of massive fake boobs. While the music went on still (understandably I can't remember the melody itself) he turned around facing the audience with his back, and took off his pants revealing a massive fake cock, and I'm talking massive, it wasn't touching the floor only because it was pointed upwards. Then he began dancing and just prancing around, while singing the chorus that was just "it's jiggly, it's jiggly, it's jiggly" and so on, referring to his giant fake boobs. This was the whole song, and it was in that video for some fucking reason when it wasn't comparable to any song from the other artists. It's not comparable to anything really.
Michael Jackson - It's Jiggly | Genius Lyrics (Verified)
[Verse 1]
Hey... check this out
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
It's jiggly, it's jiggly, it's jiggly, it's jiggly
It's jiggly, It's jiggly, It's jiggly, It's jiggly
I was sitting somewhere (outside?), folding laundry and trying to germinate seeds with the paper towel method; I remember there were lentil seeds (so just lentils) and black beans. My paternal grandmother, whom I haven't spoken to in 2 years (because she has beef with EVERYONE in the family, even her own son!!), came up from behind me and started bothering me and saying bullshit in her obnoxious voice. She asked me "what seeds are these????" referring to the black beans. She couldn't even recognize fucking beans. (There were beans in the dream probably because I've been looking at dry bean pics all day, some are soooo pretty)
She left and I continued. At some point of doing this I pulled out my phone where I somehow had the whatsapp chat between Madoka and Kokai (yes this is another Sae-ism dream). She was teasing him about liking hello kitty or some other cutesy thing (this is very in-character for both of them, this could've happened). Through this chat I got the link to Madoka's neocities site. I don't remember anything about it other than it was so fucking ugly and barebones......... But I was very happy anyways and I was about to comment (not email this time), word for word: "The series has gone downhill since you died. I love you so much it's unbelievable." (I remember this phrase because I kept repeating it before writing it, which I never did because the dream ended sooner). (and btw I was right, Sae-ism's flop era started RIGHT AFTER Madoka's death...) If I had a penny for every dream I've had about a Sae-ism character having a neocities site and me commenting my undying love for them, I'd have two pennies, which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice.
I was at the... I don't fucking know, Sanremo concentration camp? Basically we had bought idk tickets to see the Sanremo festival live, and everyone who was there to see it live was locked for days inside this huge complex where the festival took place: it had a huge yard, a huge... ziggurat??? where the stage was, a cemetery (where some relative of my father's was buried, he kept visiting it and bringing me along) and a pool. There were a lot of people other than my family. There had been also a sort of gigantic building other than the ziqqurat, but shortly before our arrival it got COMPLETELY destroyed in mysterious ways; a plum tree nearby got devastated by some sort of burns or infection. It was all very shady. AND the actual festival sucked ass. The dream was very long, I listened to a lot of songs but I can only remember this devastatingly bad one, sung by a stereotypical sad soft white boy with a bucket hat. In case you're into zoomer internet drama, this guy was Synnibear03's ex boyfriend (whom she recently broke up with, but I don't know if he's actually a sad soft white boy with a bucket hat. Guys I DON'T follow zoomer internet drama ALL THE TIME... this one is good shit tho), and the song was precisely about her. He didn't name her directly, but they recently broke up so it was obvious: the song was about him accidentally reminding himself of his ex, and proceeding to curse her into oblivion. The very first lyric was, word for word: "Oopsies, I thought about my ex". OOPSIES???? This doomed the song from the start, then he kept throwing pathetic insults at her; the sound was ridiculous and goofy, lighthearted in a way that wasn't funny at all of course. This song crushed dream me's will to live.
In general I didn't want to see the Sanremo festival, my mom had brought me there. So whenever singers were performing, I'd pretend to be sick and lay down in a mustard-colored bed outside and high up in the ziggurat. Of course I pretended to be sick a lot, and my mom was worrying so much about my health and scheduled a bunch of tests and shit (last year irl simulator), even a private doctor. I was getting sick of all this, and one day when she was talking to me and worrying as usual, I got really fucking angry, pulled her aside and started telling her in a supremely pissed-off voice that if I don't want to watch the Sanremo festival, it's my fucking problem and not hers.
Always in this Sanremo concentration camp, we spectators were all outside for some sort of assembly, near where the destroyed building had been. Me and some friend of mine, I don't remember which one, were standing under the sick plum tree. It was dead by now, but it still had seeds hanging by its branches. I said: "Why the fuck would I want your seeds?" My friend answered "uh?". I said "I was talking to the plum tree. Why the fuck would I want your seeds if you got killed off by an infection?"
I had another mini-dream before I woke up for the last time, where I went into this store with my father and his girlfriend; this store sold mushroom spores, and I was looking for wine cap spores (stropharia species). I kept thinking of them as "King Stropharia", a name which I thought I had made up in the dream, but it's a real name for wine caps!
Me and C went to this girl's birthday party (that one girl whom I was a massive asshole to today!!!!) and it was like, at this restaurant on a beach at the end of a cliff, like the beaches I often go to, and the beaches I want to camp in. I had my tent with me. It was night, we stepped out of the restaurant and ended up laying on our bellies in the tent in mid-air somehow, we were spinning really fast and I could see the northern lights above the sea, reflecting in the clear waters; but it was only a glimpse because we were spinning. I told C "wow look the northern lights!!" and she said: "uh, I didn't see them" because she wasn't looking at the right moment. We stopped spinning when we reached the ground. We were still on the beach at night; I looked at the northern lights better, they were spectacular. Then we looked to the right and saw our ex-friend. We went "oooh fuck no" and we jokingly sprinted away, still laying belly down in the tent looking outside, moving by scrambling our hands on the floor. We were "running" this way and going really fast, still as a joke, away from the ex-friend; we went up the hill somehow, and through the city at night. The dream-city was a mix of all the seaside cities by night I know; it was sort of sewer-ish but still so charming to me; I remember two artificial lakes with polluted, still waters, in which a boy was fishing or playing ball idk. At some point it became just me who was keeping the tent moving by scrambling on the ground, still going very fast. We were going through an alley, and there was this construction site, and I bumped against it and C went flying out of the tent in a flurry of snow (somehow). She laid there on the sidewalk like a ragdoll, looking dead, amidst the snow. I crawled out of the tent, still on my belly, went up to her and put her on my lap; we were near a garden store with seed packets on display on the outside - I remember portulaca - and I was trying to put the seeds on her, to see if they would germinate; if they germinated it would be a good sign, because it would mean that the snow was getting warmer from her body heat and that she was alive. I tried various seed packets. I was speaking softly to her the entire time. This was sort of premonitory? There was also a section with a weird ominous Dora the explorer pixel video game, and another section where I pissed HARD in an abandoned run-down transparent public bathroom, but I didn't piss myself irl. I am too powerful.
In another dream I was kneeling in my garden above a zone I had sheet mulched (not yet irl), and there were so many earthworms that I didn't know where to look... So many...
I dreamt about making a biig batch of zeo tek, a whole cookie tray of it!! I did it like my ma sometimes makes stuffed pastry. It came out smelling like a whole bakery! No one was cooking sweets while I was asleep irl. Zeo tek does smell like cookies often, so if I made a very big batch like this it might actually smell like a bakery? I used no foil, and I hadn't pressed the parchment paper tight at all (letting oxygen in is bad? Sounds like bullshit honestly, open air tek on a stovetop works well and the guy that did argon oxygenless tek on youtube still got a lot of D8) so I could see the product inside just by tilting my head and looking inside the paper: it was all dark and brown, like the product I'm aiming for now.
There was Saeism-brand camp fuel 😭 It was a regular jug thing of camp fuel, and as a label it had the cover of volume 7, but the background wasn't the inverted-color clothes, it was a green background like volume 12. I was considering buying two jugs of this on amazon, not because of the Sae-ism but because it was the only alternative to naphtha I could find in Italy other than Zippo lighter fluid, which is seriously expensive and is sold in little quantities. I thought I could use it for defatting bufotenine extract, which usually comes out as dark oily tar. I'm not even sure if that's how it works for bufo; it technically works for crude DMT IPA extracts, but not to take away impurities but to take the DMT away from the impurities, so you evap the naphtha, not discard it. I think? Seriously Zippo fluid is expensive, save me Sae-ism camp fuel, save me
A substitute teacher than I fucking loathe, that might also teach us next year, was in our class. I asked him "prof, so are you our teacher full-time now?" and he said "yes". EWWWWW GET AWAY FROM ME MIKI...... PLEASE don't let this come true
I was agonizingly slowly shaving my luscious leg hair... HORROR!!! (coincidentally my mom half-begged me to shave them irl) There was another dream in which me and my sister were sitting on my bed, trying to figure out what had happened to my phone number, because it had been hacked and had very weird automated? responses. One time it was a very creepy tune that I don't remember, maybe it was kinda 8bit? But it was genuinely creepy as fuck and gave me actual chills. We tried again, and this time there was the normal female voice that says the Italian equivalent of "the number you dialed is not in..." but it stopped there abruptly, and turned into a brazilian (I felt that he was brazilian) guy muttering absolute gibberish in a VERY threatening, "cult-ish" tone. This scared me So MUCH because it gave me a bit of hope from hearing the normal automated response, but then it turned into that creepy ass gibberish. I was so freaked out from this that I just laid down on my bed, face up. This transitioned into me being actually awake, because I was sleeping in that exact same position. I usually sleep on my side, not on my back, so the fact that I had such a vivid and uncomfortable dream could stem from me not being used to that position. Also I dreamed about phone calls probably because last night me and C did prank calls like some fucking nine year olds (a girl actually stayed in the call for the entirety of karma by jojo siwa)
Idk but I was at like a big resort for rich people, just walking around, and there was a disembodied Monica Sjöö voice in my head commenting patriarchal reversals (that's so fucking cool, when I live in like idk cyberpunk I'm gonna get the Monica Sjöö and Mary Daly microchips implanted in my brain). I had trouble because none of my friends were there, but there were a lot of other teens that I didn't know, and I had unshaven legs like now irl and I was afraid of their judgement and of getting in and out of the pool. Also I wasn't meant to be there, because the resort was only for a specific rich family or something. At one point I was walking around and I was not me anymore, but like average disney show protagonist teen girl and I was doing my introduction, in my head, with all these colorful visuals, and I kept saying that I loooved music like it was my entire personality. Now, at the resort there was Amadeus (him), the renowned host of the Sanremo festival, as a butler, but he was older and more tired than irl, and just generally very pathetic. I was doing the disney introduction in my head, but somehow he heard me and, crawling across the floor super slow and looking at me miserably, he said something like: "for..... the love of god...... liking music...... doesnt....... make you....... special......... stop....... saying....... that......." but I was like "shut up amadeus, its not like you can stop me XDDDDDDDDD" BUT!!! Amadeus suddenly got up and SPRINTED after me, full of rage. I didn't expect that at all, it was a very big switch. I hid into the bathroom, locked myself into a stall, but I thought "ah fuck this stall is too near the end of the bathroom, lemme just get into another one" so I opened the stall and there was Amadeus, in this sort of raptor-like pose, with a deranged giant smile on his face, doing a terrifying, very loud, high-pitched sort of hiss/alarm blare "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII". I locked myself back into the stall and I knew he was coming for me, so I ragequitted the dream as usual, but this time was frantic, I was like "FUCK HE'S OUT THERE, JUST LET ME RAGEQUIT THE DREAM REAL FAST PLEASE PLEASE"
Sae-ism again. Yeah I dream about it a lot since it completely took over my life and altered my brain chemistry in late April. A guy on Neocities had made a Sae-ism shrine and published it before me and I was kinda pissed because I can be the only Sae-ism fan in existence, and it looked muccchhh better than mine (I want to kill myself) and it also had his own pixel art (I want to kill myself).
In another long dream of which I only remember the end, Lele Battista (ex-frontman of La Sintesi, obscure disbanded italian band that I hold very dear) was killed by the mafia. This mafia was doing other stuff previously in the dream but I don't remember at all. Anyways me and H (last remaining La Sintesi fans in existence) snuck past the police and into his house hoping to find hints as to why it happened and who precisely did it. Except that there was a longgg line of random ass people following us that weren't meant to be there. We snuck into Lele's house and I left the door open just watching all those people, and some of them took the chance to get in. H, who was turned around and didn't see this happening, said something like "close the fucking door they're going to get in and party!!!", so I said "uh uh" and closed the door although it was a bit late. But those people just disappeared so it was okay. We started to explore Lele's house - it wasn't just me and H, there was also some other person or maybe two, perhaps V?
Anyways I sat down in front of his computer, turned it on and saw that Lele had a fucking Sae-ism folder on his desktop. I was there with my mouth AGAPE and then I shot up because I had to tell H IMMEDIATELY. He was in the living room sitting on the couch and crying because his parents were dead (this was probably something that happened in the dream previously that I don't recall). I stood in the doorway, trying to come up with a way to say it, because I STILL HAD TO say it. Luckily the dream ended before I could tell him. It was fucking hilarious. Man I'm really sorry your parents died but did you know Lele Battista was into Sae-ism?? Holy shit
This wasn't a dream btw it really happened and I found this photo on his computer 😍 omg lele how did you get the physical copies??
I was on a bus trip except that the bus looked just like a train. But it was a bus. Idk where we were going but we passed in this colorful seaside town that somehow made me think of France (I've never been to France). It was a difficult trip. At some point I was taking a shower inside the bus, but every turn that it did almost made me fall over, every single time. I had apparently forgotten I was on a bus, so I thought: what the fuck why is it so hard to take a shower???!!!?? It's almost like I'm on a bus or something. Then my vision noclipped through the wall and I could see I was on a bus, and I went: ah.
In another dream I knew I was sleeping and I felt like I had to wake up, because I had these visions of my grandmother being disappointed that I was still asleep (????), but trying to wake up was hard, and in the dream it translated to having a rope tied to my waist that I pulled against in order to move forward, but it was tied to something really heavy behind me, so it was very difficult and I felt like I would never wake up again.
Misao Kuniki from the not-hit manga Sae-ism had a Neocities site (shrine coming someday, idk it's making me fucking kill myself and rip my hair out it looks like shit). I mean, kind of. She didn't say "Hello I'm Misao Kuniki and this is my website" but I had the feeling that it was her. Tho it was a more serious, edgier version of her and she also liked lolita fashion. I was really happy that Misao had a website and I was trying to explore it all, but it was gigantic and had a ton of hidden and password-protected pages. I needed to explore it because it apparently contained hints to what was gonna happen in the coming chapters (new one coming out in a month grrrr grrrr) but again it was very hard. Of COURSE she liked toxic yuri...... I followed her and she didn't follow me back, but she completely stole the code from my journal page without crediting me and I COULDN'T HAVE BEEN HAPPIER. (idk why she stole that one tho, it's my shittiest page I think, I should change it a bit but idk how.) I was looking for her email somewhere in her website because I wanted to write to her "i think i'm madly in love with you", just that. I am NOT actually irl in love with Misao, but I AM madly in love with Sae-ism so I guess that's what I meant.
Can't believe Misao Kuniki stole my code smh
My mom and I were walking along a seaside path in... Greece? It was all foggy and off-white, even the ground (I don't know if it was sand or rocks), and it was also sort of a canyon? We had the sea on one side, and on the other side a steep cliff; everything was shrouded in mist. It was like if a place in Silent Hill was breathtakingly beautiful. There were a lot of plants; I saw a pink blossoming Datura and I crouched to kiss her buds. Apparently we had taken this loooong ass path in order to reach a... idk an airport, or a giant parking lot for trucks, I don't know exactly, but it was a place of departure, and it was night when we reached it, a starless night. Then we went back for some reason, and we walked the whole looooooooooong path again - but it was beautiful so it was okay.
At the end of the path my mom disappeared and I went on alone. The end was in sight, I was walking among these very tall plants that were similar to enormous white and yellow irises, and all of a sudden a woman appeared, walking a different path in front of me. She was a tour guide, even though she was alone, and she was talking about carnivorous man-eating plants growing on this path - those were the plants I was walking amongst. I thought: what the hell, couldn't you warn me BEFOREHAND???? Then the plants started trying to suck me inside their flowers, and it was hard to walk forwards, but I managed to resist. Then it became like Horizon (the video game, the one where you fight machines, it's really really cool play it please!!!), I was in a sort of cyberpunk-looking city, the flowers became machines and I had a mission to destroy them. I am a good Horizon player so I accepted the challenge and started flying around on the Sunwing (a flying bird-machine you can mount), trying to come up with a strategy. But the flowers were really strong, and there were a bunch of other overpowered machines, and when they noticed me, they started attacking me from the ground and kicking my ass, so I ragequitted the dream. When dreams get too stressful and I feel cornered, I literally ragequit them and go back to regular sleep or end up in another dream, no joke. It's already happened before. But it's not quite lucid dreaming, it's just my brain turning off dreams like a TV when I start feeling cornered and I think there's no escape. (mfw i have to confront problems and face consequences)
The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley part three came out, and it was a musical somehow. Everyone fucking HATED it. They did not just think it was cringe, they HATED it viscerally, like it was the most wretched thing the Earth had ever seen. There was a massive campaign to get it off the internet. It was hilarious.
There were some incredibly beautiful roads near my home: abandoned houses next to lakes, a wide river rushing downhill...
Dreamt this in the hospital, while sleeping with my dripfeed in: it was time for me to leave, and one of the mean nurses came to remove my dripfeed. She said in a mean nurse voice "it's okay, don't look, don't look" but I couldn't not look, and she just ripped the tube out of me and blood sprayed out (kind of like a geyser). I made a weird, choked, awkward "uh" noise, the noise that you make when you want to say "what the fuck are you doing" but you can't say it because of fear or embarassment. I don't remember precisely what happened next, but she didn't care at all.
I was in... kind of those roblox games where it's parkour and you jump up these pillars and it's hard?? That sort of thing, but I wasn't there on roblox, I was there for real, and it was just as difficult and frustrating and useless as trying to fall asleep had been that night.
In another dream: I had to get surgery, but I wanted to get it in Greece, so I asked my mom to bring me there (I decided to go to Greece in the same day of the surgery). She said ok and drove me to Greece in less than 20 minutes - in the dream it made sense because... there was a bridge. Okay so we got to Greece and she dropped me off in this random small greek town, alone, and I didn't know where the hospital was, or the local language. Dream-greek was a weird language, very rocky, mountain-y and scorpion-like. Anyways somehow I managed to get to the hospital and I stayed there, and I became friends with some of the other kids in the hospital. The dream-hospital reminds me of the ferry I had to take on my latest school trip: an enormous building filled with stairs where I had no phone/wifi to get in contact with others, and I had to wander up and down these halls and stairs at random in order to meet up with them. We played some sort of pokemon game. What a weird, sort of nostalgic but uncomfortable dream.
I woke up (in the dream) from my other dreams (that I obviously don't remember) and my pussy was bald, but I knew I hadn't shaved it. Someone had shaved my pussy while I was sleeping and I didn't know who did it, why, or if they had done something else to me. It was creepy. Glad my bush is still intact
Context: I really like brugmansias. I was walking around in my garden, sad that there weren't any brugmansias (I can't grow any because we have turtles), not even just in my garden but near my home in general (I actually feel like this and regularly go on pilgrimages to another town where there's a brugmansia overlooking the road in an old lady's garden). Anyways in the dream my garden was wayyyyy bigger and prettier than my actual irl one, it had a lot of winding hidden paths and adult trees. It was night and I was getting halloween/samhain vibes. I was walking around all these twisting and turning paths when I found a giant, veeeeeery tall (like way taller than a fruit tree) and very slim flowering brugmansia. My dream garden was so big that I didn't even know what was in there lol. I was over the moon and I rushed to my mom, who was in front of the house, to tell her; from there I could see another like three slim, tall and tree-like brugmansias, all flowering. Maybe there were even more around the garden, I dont remember. These brugmansias were so tall and big that they must have been planted before we came to live in the house; I was very happy but a bit anxious, because they were old, towering, and I didn't know if they liked/would like me or not.
Then I had another dream about a book that I don't remember but I think I don't want to remember it, it was probably bad
Had a really strange night with a really strange dream (I had many others but this stuck with me). It was very vivid. I was laying somewhere in a pine forest in the night, I could only see the outlines of the pines above me, the sky was starless. I smoked some changa, or took some of that powdery LSA extract you get from polar/non-polar extractions, idk I took something. It hit me immediately and I heard my own voice, very clear and vivid and powerful, coming from out of my body, saying (in english) something along the lines of "Most people don't know how it feels to sleep under the pines. It feels like sleeping under guardian angels." When my voice said that, there was a very loud whirring sound as the pines started morphing and becoming outlines of stylized guardian angels, and then pines again, but this time their colors were becoming clearer, like light blue and white, angelic colors. Bright yellow, red and blue dots (like the ones in topography) started appearing and morphing in the sky. I think I woke up shortly after.
In the dream I had this memory of being a kid and sleeping under the pines various times, and being back there felt so comforting. Irl I've never done that. But on Saturday I did go to that beach I hadn't been to in 3 years, and that I always used to go to when I was a kid. That beach also has a loong path in a pine forest leading to it. So it might be a "metaphor" for that.
I was at the local mountain with my sister and my dad, who was trying to shit talk my mom for some reason. I went up a path I can only describe as "halloween-y" and somehow I ended up in the city again, on top of a hill, in front of an Eminem sanctuary that was also a laundry room. The Eminem shrine was a sort of wood/glass closet with some pictures of bugs and poems dedicated to Eminem inside, and in the laundry room there were a bunch of people just staring at the washing machines with an empty look, along with two street musicians just sitting on the floor looking tired.
Then I was on the mountain again, in a spot overlooking the sea. In my dream it was common knowledge that sometimes a small submerged ghost town would emerge from the sea, on random and very rare occasions (sort of like mirage island in pokemon). It was right in front of me; it was all dilapidated and pretty small, only a few houses, some roads for cars and a big building (maybe a mall or a hospital). There were yachts and boats both big and small circling it, in awe of having the chance to witness it. I was up the mountain like, wow. I'm really witnessing this. I picked up my phone and took a lot of photos, however, a bunch of turtle doves and pigeons would get super close to me and block my view everytime. That was okay with me, I love birds, especially turtle doves. If I believed in premonitory dreams I'd say this is a good omen.
Also, from that spot I could also see another coast opposite the mountain, which looked like it had... rubble beaches? I dont know how to explain it, but since irl I'm looking for isolated places to camp in (especially near the sea), I took a mental note to go there. Sadly they dont exist :(
Me and my best friend H. were at a pool with a lot of strangers, and we had to like, take a swimming test?? Anyways I was scared for some reason I don't remember well, maybe because the examiners were strange / other people there were strange / we didn't know how to swim well. Later in the dream he came to me with a regular ass plastic water bottle filled less than halfway through with a clear liquid, and he told me it was GHB which he stole from under his "addict uncle" (he doesn't have an addict uncle irl)'s seat. He kept insisting to give it to me for free as a gift, and I was really skeptical obviously because it looked just like regular water in a regular water bottle. At some point I told him in a weird, slow, "wobbly" voice something along the lines of "ok can I test it beforehand though???" and he looked at me really weird like I just insulted him, and he reluctantly said yes. It was a pretty funny dream, I had a few others but I dont remember them.
I was eating glue with a spoon
I had a ton of dreams but i just remember that there was a dead rat in my shoe closet
Today i skipped school to binge-read toxic yuri because there werent going to be any lessons anyways, so i slept a lot and i had a ton of dreams that i obviously forgot. but this one stuck with me: in the dream, i woke up from my previous dreams in my friend's house. i was sleepy, took a while to sit up in the bed and looked around: my friend was in another bed next to mine, facing towards the tv and playing some sort of videogame (but i couldnt see what she was playing at all), it was all dark and we were in her living room (but it made sense, because we've had sleepovers in her living room before). i started doubting that this was reality, because i didnt remember going to this friend's house the night before; so i asked her "hey why i am here, i didnt go to your house last night". tbh i cant remember what she answered, but it was coherent and calmed my doubts a bit, though i was still looking for evidence that this was a dream.
apparently i was there because last night i was walking around the town and i felt sick and she took me in? i dont remember honestly. my friend turned around as we were talking and i took a hard look at her face, convinced that, if it was distorted or i couldnt recognize it, i would understand i was in dream; however it was just her normal face (although it was her face from years ago but my dumb ass dream self didnt realize that). i stretched in bed and looked at the time on my phone, it was 4:30 or 4:50 AM, and the fact that i could read the numbers and that my phone's background was my actual irl one calmed me down a bit. then three more people materialized on my friends bed, all turned towards the tv, too. i didnt register their sudden appearance as weird, i just wanted them to turn around to see if i could recognize their faces like i did before with my friend; but they never did turn around and the dream ended shortly after.
In the only other dream i remember, shane dawson lived in my town, which is small so it was incredible and i was going to brag about it to everyone i knew. there was also another celebrity that i knew personally in the dream, but who probably doesnt exist in the real world. this person even had a bed in their house for me, i went there to sleep a couple times (it was a really long dream) but it was creepy as fuck because i was in their super narrow attic with their sister or something. why so many dreams about beds?
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